August Rush Page #4

"FOLLOWING ARTHUR" PLAYING]

What?

I don't have a place to stay.

Do I look like a real-estate tycoon

to you?

How many dead presidents you got?

Nuggets? Shorts?

Show me the money.

-Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

-No, I'm thinking something else.

I'm gonna let you buy me a pizza.

I've been doing this for 10 years, Bob.

I said 10 percent.

We need to close the deal.

Hold on a second.

No. We said 10 percent.

Yeah, well, it makes the world go round,

doesn't it, Bob?

Just get me the 10 percent, will you?

Thanks.

[SIGHS]

MAN:
Need anything, sir?

-Do you know any hit men?

I do know a bass player

might be able to help you out.

Likes to get in fights with lead singers.

Nick?

What are you doing, man?

Still driving. Paying off

those wedding bills from last year.

Oh, fair play to you. Oh, she's a nice girl.

So you playing at all?

Nope.

Why the hell not? Your fingers fall off?

Well, you move on.

What about the lads?

Seen any of them lately?

We still mess around...

...but the Connelly Brothers never really

bounced back minus one brother.

You seen Marshall lately?

Have you?

[VAN MORRISON'S

"MAGIC TIME" PLAYING]

It's my birthday on Saturday.

Session's at my place.

Come, bring your girlfriend.

It's great seeing you, man.

Reminds me of New York.

The good old days, eh?

[SIRENS WAILING]

[LYLA HUMMING BEETHOVEN'S

"FUR ELISE"]

GIRL:

I know.

I know.

-I know. Okay, I don't know.

-Oh!

"Fur Elise" by Beethoven.

And you should know that one.

Oh, yeah.

Will you be our teacher forever,

Miss Novacek?

Well, at least until your old teacher

comes back.

But only if you call me...?

-Lyla.

-That's right.

You're crazy, Miss Novacek.

WOMAN:
Megan.

-Got everything?

-Okay.

-Bye.

[MARK MANCINA'S

"ELEVEN YEARS LATER" PLAYING]

Hi, sweetie.

Did you have a good day?

Thanks.

LIZZY:
There you are.

-Hey.

Okay, now, before you say no....

Okay, picture this.

You on stage, me accompanying,

thousands of people.

-Liz.

-The New York Philharmonic.

I just got the invite. They want you back.

It's just one night,

but they want you back.

I don't wanna be up there.

Lyla....

When are you gonna let yourself

be happy again?

I am happy.

I'm talking about

when everyone else goes home.

Look....

I know. Okay? I know.

Just think about it.

I mean, you're a music teacher

who doesn't play music anymore.

Call me crazy.

Okay, Crazy.

-I'll see you at home, okay?

-All right.

ARTHUR:

No, I ain't got no daddy.

See, my pops is a drunk.

And my mama, she took off

with this crackhead named Little Jesus.

But, you know, he wasn't no little Jesus,

you know what I'm saying?

[BILLIE HOLIDAY'S

"GOD BLESS THE CHILD" PLAYING]

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